Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Everyone knows the goldren rule:

"Do to others as you would have them do to you."

But really, who follows it. Most of us find, revenge and giving someone a "taste of their own medicine" the better option when dealing with a sticky situation. Attempting to be that angelic person who forgives, lets go and follows the golden rule like religion can be hard, especially when the other option satisfies our emotions so much more. I'm always finding myself in that predicament of choosing which rule to follow; one which my better judgement (and my mother) tell me to follow or that innervoice of greed and anger is pushing me to do.

Lately, what has been bothering me most is one of my roommates. I'm currently a student at a well recognized university and share an apartment with three of my closest friends. I love all of them dearly, but when it comes be roommates, we lack the qualities of our friendships. One of my roommates, who again, I adore dearly, can be, frankly, hard to handle. She hogs the refridgeator, keeps the television on loud, never cleans up after herself, secretly uses my shampoo, make up, food, clothes, and most agravating; rings the doorbell everytime she comes home rather than using her key herself. It might sound like I'm some neurotic friend who is a little too obsessive about my roommates' habits but honestly, anyone would feel the same after a year with her.

As friends we are great. I can tell her anything and she is a wonderful support for me. We go out on weekends, take classes together, laugh, we just shouldn't occupy the same living area.

Whenever that doorbell rings, I sigh, silently curse and flick my finger to no one and walk slowly to the door. If I don't walk fast enough, I'll hear a second ring and her yell to us from the outside "Boo, you whores! Get the door."

I open it, she looks at me, occassionly forgeting the "thank you," and passes by me to her room. I'VE HAD ENOUGH. I recently stopped responding to the doorbell and continue on my routine, feeling a little guilt, but secretly enjoying every minute of my imagination picturing her have to dig in her backpack and find her key like everyone else does.

I've lost my temper a few time too, as have my other two roommates, telling her to "use your key," but she seems to lack to capability to actually try it herself. And, if that wasn't pushing my buttons enough, if I ever forget my key at home or have ten grocery bags, I will ring the doorbell and low and behold, she doesn't answer. I drop all of my bags, cans roll out and down the hallway and I shove through the contents of my bag and find the key. Upon turning the lock and hearing the click of the door opening, I will look up and find that roommate of mine watching the t.v., ten feet from the handle of the door.

"Oh sorry Tay, I didn't hear the doorbell."

My mind goes into war mode and I attempt to give her the worst, most shameful stare I can possibly put forth then I proceed to pick up the fallen groceries in silence, as she laughs to a stupid Burger King commercial.

So Golden Rule or not, I definitely side with my inner voice when my nerves run short and all I want to do is give my roommate a taste of her medicine. Even then, it doesn't seem to work.